Gabriel and Raffe found Jasmine sitting in the middle of the columns, her head thrown up to the sky, tears streaming down her face. They were panting from the exertion of chasing her through the streets. At first the song seemed strangely discordant, but soon Jasmine’s hands adapted to the tones of the harp and made the melody flow.

The clouds moved slightly, and a beam of sunlight pierced the gloom to bathe Jasmine in a warm light.

Raffe fell to his knees. “I have never heard the begegna played so beautifully,” he whispered.

Gabriel began to approach her, but Raffe pulled him to his knees as well. His friend acted as if they were witnessing a holy moment. The two men watched as Jasmine’s hands continued to move over the strings of the wooden instrument, the tune calling to them.

“This is the first time I have seen her truly cry,” Gabriel whispered. “She told me she vowed she wouldn’t touch another instrument until she found Keda.”

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